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That such a keech* can with his very bulk
Nor. Surely, Sir,
There's in him stuff that put's him to these ends:
Aber. I cannot tell
What heaven hath given him, let some graver eye
Peep through each part of him: whence has he that?
Or has given all before, and he begins
Buck. Why the devil,
Upon this French going-out, took he upon him,
Who should attend on him? He makes up the file t
Aber. I do know
Kinsmen of mine, three at the least, that have
Buck. O, many
Have broke their backs with laying manors on them
A most poor issue?
Nor. Grievingly I think,
The peace between the French and us not values
Buck. Every man.
After the hideous storm that follow'd, was
Nor. Which is budded out;
For France hath flaw'd the league, and hath attached
Lump of fat.
* I. e. sets down in his letter without consulting the council.
Aber. Is it therefore
Nor. Marry, is't.
Aber. A proper title of a peace; and purchas'd At a superfluous rate!
Buck. Why, all this business Our reverend cardinal carried.*
Nor. 'Like it your grace,
The state takes notice of the private difference
Enter Cardinal WOLSEY, (the purse borne before him,) certain of the guard, and two SECRETARIES with papers. The Cardinal in his passage fixeth his eye on BUCKINGHAM, and BUCKINGHAM on him, both full of disdain.
Wol. The duke of Buckingham's surveyor? ha? Where's his examination?
1 Secr. Here, so please you. Wol. Is he in person ready? 1 Secr. Ay, please your grace.
Wol. Well, we shall then know more; and Buckingham Shall lessen this big look.
[Exeunt WOLSEY and train. Buck. This butcher's cur † is venom-mouth'd, and I Have not the power to muzzle him; therefore, best Not wake him in his slumber. A beggar's look Out-worth's a noble's blood.
Nor. What, are you chaf'd?
Ask God for temperance; that's the appliance only
Buck. I read in his looks
Matter against me; and his eye revil'd
Me, as his abject object: at this instant
He bores § me with some trick: he's gone to the king;
Nor. Stay, my lord,
And let your reason with your choler question
+ Wolsey was said to be the son of a butcher. A beggar's learning is thought more highly of than a nobleman's descent.
What 'tis you go about: to climb steep hills,
Buck. I'll to the king;
And from a mouth of honour quite cry down
Nor. Be advised;
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot
As himself pleas'd; and they were ratified,
As he cried, Thus let it be; to as much end,
As give a cratch to the dead: but our count-cardinal
I am thankful to you; and I'll go along
By your prescription; but this top-proud fellow,
And proofs as clear as founts in Júly, when
Nor. Say not, treasonous.
Buck. To the king I'll say't; and make my vouch as strong As shore of rock. Attend. This holy fox, Or wolf, or both, (for he is equal ravenous, As he is subtle; and as prone to mischief, As able to perform it: his mind and place Infecting one another, yea, reciprocally,) Only to show his pomp as well in France As here at home, suggests the king our master To this last costly treaty, the interview,
That swallowed so much treasure, and like a glass.
Nor. 'Faith, and so it did.
Buck. Pray give me favour, Sir. This cunning cardinal The articles o' the combination drew,
Under pretence to see the queen his aunt
Nor. I am sorry
To hear this of him; and could wish he were
Buck. No, not a syllable;
I do pronounce him in that very shape,
Enter BRANDON; a SERGEANT at Arms before him, and two or
three of the guard. Bran. Your office, sergeant; execute it. Serg. Sir,
My lord the duke of Buckingham, and earl
Buck. Lo you, my lord,
The net has fallen upon me; I shall perish
Bran. I am sorry
To see you ta'en from liberty, to look on
Buck. It will help me nothing,
To plead mine innocence; for that die is on me,
Bran. Nay, he must bear you company: The king
Is pleased you shall to the Tower, till you know
Aber. As the duke said,
The will of heaven be done, and the king's pleasure
Bran. Here is a warrant from
The king, to attach lord Montacute; and the bodies
Buck. So, so:
These are the limbs of the plot: no more, I hope.
Buck. My surveyor is false; the o'er great cardinal
K. Hen. My life itself, and the best heart of it,
SCENE II.-The Council-Chamber.
Cornets. Enter KING HENRY, CARDINAL WOLSEY, the Lords of the Council, SIR THOMAS LOVELL, Officers, and Attendants. The KING enters, leaning on the CARDINAL's shoulder.
The KING takes his state. The Lords of the Council take their several places. The CARDINAL places himself under the KING'S feet on his right side.
A noise within crying, Room for the Queen. Enter the QUEEN, ushered by the Dukes of NORFOLK and SUFFOLK: she kneels. The KING riseth from his state, takes her up, kisses, and placeth her by him.
Q. Kath. Nay, we must longer kneel; I am a suitor.
K. Hen. Arise, and take place by us:- -Half your suit
Q. Kath. Thank your majesty.
That you would love yourself; and, in that love,
K. Hen. Lady, mine!-proceed.
† In the aim.